PRAYER BECAUSE MY LIFE IS NOT A MEME

They say raise your fist, 
stand in your truth, speak it
loud and clear
but I can only kneel
in this unsayable
shallow river
that trickles and whispers
things I don't know
if I believe, undrinkable
as prayer. There is
no hashtag for this, no
slogan, no hat, no color
no meme no name no sunrise
over a mountain crest, no
perfect lady in a yoga pose
who I can pretend I am inside.
No movement
that is not my own.
The river is made of fear.
I have no feet to stand on;
I lost them in the mud
and rubble. I lose another
part of me, every time
it floods. I'm cold.
I'm getting old. I should
have learned by now
how to be triumphant.


E. D. Watson

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